We still can't change all this, we still can't escape the imprisonment of vulgarity, we can just scream when we are forgotten by the world.
(Rustic, poor writing, the plot may be random, third person, main point of view, cowardly attack × sharp and cold feeling)
The ancient town seems to have been forgotten by time. We are so small that we are destined to be unable to escape from this place from beginning to end. We look forward and our bodies and heads are separated.
Intention: When we already know that we cannot get rid of everything, should we still scream loudly?